Why You Pull The Trigger

Arms Dealing:

“well, I have a dealing today and it would be weird if I’m the only one who skips class without a reason.” I explained sarcastically.

“so you dragged me into skipping class?” he scoffed.

“exactly.” I said.

We both laughed, I’ve always dragged him into trouble. Well, what do you expect? I’m bad news and he is my best friend, he knows everything about me, about my past, everything.

He knows im a gun in stilettos, I couldn’t possibly hide anything from my best friend.

“You’re epic.” He said while picking up his backpack from the foot of the piano and grabbing the thick folder in his hands.

“Before that—“ I said while walking towards him, he froze. I stood in front of him with just two inches apart, I leaned over and I heard his nervous heartbeat. I smirked.

Then, I grabbed the thick folder of piano pieces and ran around the theatre checking the papers inside.

“—I want to see your songs!” I yelled at him while he was left dumbfounded expecting something else. I laughed at him, he looked really stupid.

Upon the realization that I did one of my tricks again, he started to chase me around the theatre.

I thoroughly checked the papers while running, I was looking for the pieces that indicated that they were written by him. You could easily distinguish his songs from the ones that were just printed out. Since he writes them.

I found two pieces, I successfully pulled out one but I was about to reach for another he grabbed the folder from my hand.

He was already at my back. He wasn’t even catching his breath like me. He has great stamina.

“Seriously?1 you’re that fast?!” I asked in awe, while flinging my arms in the air in disbelief.

“I’m not the number one hurdler for nothing you know.” He said laughing while he was organizing the papers I messed up. Oh yeah, he was the number one athlete in the school, basically a jock.

I looked at the piece in my hand, and started to read aloud.

“Hey girl, you know you drive me crazy, one look puts the rhythm in my hand, still I never understand why you hang around I see what’s going—Hey! I was reading that!” he snatched the piece from my hand before I could read the rest.

He just laughed at my expression and put the folder inside his bag. I checked the time on my phone, it was already 10:35 am. Only 25 minutes before the exchange.

“let’s go.” I said to Vlad and we both started to walk towards the back door of the theatre leading to a fire exit. We always take this route to escape the teachers.

Vlad has always been on my side when I do something really dangerous and stupid. Arms Dealing isn’t exactly the safest job in the world. You may get killed in an instant, or I may get you killed in an instant when you don’t know how to negotiate.

I have the thinnest thread of patience. Once the deal is sabotaged a clear bullet through the head ends the argument and you get buried in the cold hard ground soaked in your own blood. At least, I still give you a burial, just not a decent one though. I do my job leaving no evidence, unlike my sister who leaves the unsuccessful dealing with bloody hands. Loads of evidences are collected in the crime scene. If she gets caught I do the paperwork to save her. Basically she owes me big time. I only save her because she’s daddy’s favorite. I would do everything not to take anything he loved from him anymore.

We made our way to the parking lot using the back door of the theatre leading to a fire exit. We always do this whenever I needed to do some business.

When we reached the Lamborghini, I sat in the back seat and raised the back cover, and then I turned the back seat into a dressing room.

I changed into a black dress that reached until my knees, it showed my bare neck and shoulders and shaped every bit of my curves in my body. I tied my hair up into a messy bun and then I did my usual make-up liquid eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick. Finally I wore my red stilettos that complimented my lips.

I sat straight, with my back against the seat. I dialed the company’s number. “Bring in the goods” I said in an intense yet cold voice, I was always known to be heartless dealer with a hollow depth in my eyes although this is just a mask to cover up the brokenness inside the effect of having yourself as your family.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the meeting place. I wired the place so there were cameras everywhere, I checked my men, and they were all in place. Then, I saw the organization we were going to deal with approaching the car. I shut my laptop and went out of the car to meet them and so did Vlad.

“Ms. Kaelin, it’s nice to meet you.” The leader greeted and held out his hand for a hand shake.

I just stared at him straight in the eyes with no motion at all. upon realizing that I was not going to do the friendly gesture, he put down his hand but still kept the smile on his face even if his face shows irritation because of the greeting I just showed him. His men are armed with AAA leader dynamics Semi auto carbine (SAC) 5.56mm NATO.

A truck load with weapons stopped behind me. I opened the roll-up door and showed him the goods I had to offer.

I showed a series ALFA steel revolver.

“Series ALFA steel revolver from Czech Republic a .22 WMR, .22 LR, .38 special, .32 S&W” I explained.

He was amazed by the look on his face, either amazed at my explanation or amazed at the revolver.

“we have checked the cargo on the trucks, and may I say they have excellent quality! wow, you know your revolvers well. Im amazed, you could do that kind of explanation and detail. Well, what else do you have?” he asked.

I showed him the keys in my hands.

I rolled my eyes at him; I knew they’re stalling, making this deal a lot more time consuming. Sheesh this is why I hate selling to the local mafia. It’s just a small organization for Pete’s sake and they just waste my time. I hate wasting my time on useless things like this.

Why You Pull The Trigger: Arms Dealing